riottsiren

thursday, 6:45am yellow cab:
i always like to think it's me they say hello to.
all those people whispering to themselves
under their breath, in passing.
attempting to be polite,
to shy to really speak.
i imagine i've done something amazing,
n they can't help but gush.
though, i never do
and they never say it loud enough
for anyone to know it's been said.

friday, 5:38pm train terminal:
i try to remind people to loose things.
they can afford to leave behind little things
they no longer need for others to find.
earth has a mouth,
they assume it was hunger.
gloves here, mittens there.
children always find the mittens,
mittens keep you young forever.

saturday, 3:41am subway:
she kissed him, i watched it
on the high gloss of the chrome divider.
it was glorious, i was almost alive.
i envy her, to feel the love on his lips.
had they needed air they might have noticed my lips.
beaming red and swollen,
ravished by my own sucking.
longing to be kissed,
to be parted by the tongue
of a woman much like her.

saturday, 4:28am subway now empty:
the innocence contained in my mouth
aches to be released.
though,
they never find my lips not after my eyes.
deep with wonder,
they beg to reside there forever.
i long to bail them out.

sunday, 10:18am red cup cafe:
over my cup of tea i plead for the lovely,
captive in my eyes,
to drop like the morning rain.
now that god
has sucking everything off the earth,
we can get back to living.
my kiss i'll receive
in it's own sweet time.